When her small hand slowly lowered to her glistening core, he started to pant like a dog. Would she do it? Touch herself there with him watching? Come on baby, slide your finger into that sweet spot and show me how you like it. Oh holy mother, there it is. Jesus! The low moan that slipped from her throat was almost his undoing. He desperately wanted to see her bring herself to orgasm, but keeping his body reined in was becoming harder and harder. One of her hands was expertly flicking her clit while the other was rubbing her nipple into a hard nub. He could see by her face that she was so caught up in the moment, she had forgotten his presence. Well, he was about to change that.

He still wanted her to finish what she had started, but there wasn’t anything wrong with a little help was there? Unable to resist, he quietly moved to a position near her spread legs and leaned forward to plunge a finger into her wet, swollen folds. Her eyes popped open and her hand froze as she registered his penetration. Locking eyes with her, he whispered, “Keep going, baby. I want to feel you come around my finger.”

She whimpered as he withdrew his finger and then buried it back inside of her. Her hips lifted to meet his thrusts and her hand resumed its previous rhythm. He added another finger and worked them in and out of her tight passage. The urge to join her in stroking her clit was strong, but he was determined to let her finish what she had started so he concentrated all of his attention on plunging in and out of her wet heat. He alternated between going in fast and hard, and teasing her with just the tips of his fingers. When the motion of her hips grew more frantic and her breathing more rapid, he knew she was on the edge. One hard stroke from him and she would go over. Still, even as sweat dribbled down his back, he continued to tease her with shallow penetrations. “Tell me what you want, Ellie.”

“Faster!” She moaned.

Trailing his fingers leisurely around her now drenched mound, he asked, “What do you want fast?”

“Your fingers!” she screamed in frustration.

Declan smiled as he asked her one last question. “What do you want me to do with my fingers, Ellie, baby?”

“Fuck me hard with them, now!”

Declan was impressed. Any woman who could shout a demand like that deserved everything she asked for. The fact that she threw in the F-word turned him on even more. He pushed three fingers into her in rapid succession and pushed her over the edge. She moaned and thrashed as her body convulsed. His body on the other hand was screaming for release and he had held it in check for as long as he could. He removed his fingers and, with the ripples of her orgasm still shuddering through her body, he mounted her and thrust his cock deep inside. She almost came off the bed as they both gasped in pleasure.

Grabbing her ankles, he put them on his shoulders and sank even deeper inside of her. She was so hot and wet that his cock felt like it was on fire. “Grab your tits, baby, and stroke them for me.” Without questioning his command, she tugged on her erect nipples and threw her head back in ecstasy.

“Declannn, don’t stop!” That was one demand she didn’t need to make. His damn dick was about to explode. He’d probably die of blue balls if he even attempted to pull out now. He pounded into her, trying to hold back his release until he knew she was close to hers. He gripped her waist to pull her closer against his cock, grinding against her clit. As her moans got louder and quicker, he knew she was starting to crest. Her pussy was starting to convulse, trying to milk everything he had. With a harsh shout, he went balls deep over and over, causing the breasts that she was still cupping to jiggle as they found their release together.

His heart was hammering and his head was swimming as he collapsed on the bed beside her. She lay beside him panting just as hard. He hoped to God he hadn’t hurt her. It was hard to remember that she was basically innocent when she responded with such abandon. For the first time with her, he hadn’t held back at all. This had been raw and wild. He had fucked her hard and she had chased the peak with him every step of the way. Gone was his sweet, timid Ella. In her place was a woman who made his dick twitch in renewed interest just minutes after coming harder than he could ever remember. What was it about her? Was it that mix between innocent and wanton? He was beginning to realize that there were a lot more sides to her than he could have ever imagined.

She had been so damn sweet when he told her about Craig. It was hard to believe how much his life had changed in the last few weeks. He was actually involved with a woman. He couldn’t kid himself about Ella—she was different from any other woman he had been with. If she wasn’t, she’d have already been gone. For her, he had broken all his rules. She had not only slept over one night, she slept over most every night, and he liked it that way. He even fucking cuddled with her. She was the first person he had wanted to tell when he found out about Evan. Hell, Brant and Ava still didn’t know and he was in no hurry to tell them. He didn’t want to hurt her though and he knew that no matter how hard he tried, that was going to happen when whatever this was between them was over. He knew he would miss her friendship most of all should the ending go badly, but he wasn’t fool enough to think he could handle sharing his space for long. It just wasn’t in him, no matter how attached he had become in such a short time. Unlike the women who had come before her though, some part of him would always care about her. Maybe too damn much.

Chapter Fifteen

“I’ve turned into a slut!” With that statement, Ella slumped against Beth’s couch while her friends looked at her in surprise.

“Okay, would you like to elaborate? Or are you going to leave us guessing,” Beth asked.

“Oh hell no,” Suzy snorted, “Leaving us hanging isn’t even an option with a statement like that. Plus, calling someone like you a slut would be like calling Dora the Explorer a prostitute.”

“Well, Dora does seem to spend a lot of time away from her parents,” Claire laughed. Besides Claire, their new friend Emma chuckled.

Ella could feel herself turning a bright shade of red. They were having a girls’ night out or in this case, girls’ night in. Beth’s feet were swollen to the size of boats and her doctor had ordered her to keep them elevated as much as possible so they had all decided to come to her.

And in a fit of honesty, she had blurted that out. Now Suzy would never let it go and she could only imagine what Emma would think of her. Seeing the look of determination in the three sets of eyes watching her, she lowered her own saying, “I did it in front of Declan.”

Wrinkling her nose, Suzy asked, “What do you mean? Like farted or something?”

Before she could deny it, Beth spoke up. “Ugh, yeah that sucks. I seem to have lost control of my body since I have been pregnant. It happened to me last week. Nick and I were cuddling on the couch watching a movie and it just came out of nowhere. Of course, the damn movie had to be at a quiet part at just that moment so it sounded like a gunshot in the room. I have never seen Nick move so fast before. He almost dumped me on the floor in his haste to get away. You wouldn’t believe how he acted. He was holding his nose, spraying air freshener, and gagging. That man wasn’t even near me at that point so I know it wasn’t bothering him. If I had committed murder he wouldn’t have freaked out that much! I mean, come on, it’s not like he has never done it around me before.”

While everyone was laughing at Beth, Ella wondered if she should let them believe that was it. Just as she decided to let it go, Suzy turned her attention back to her and she knew it wasn’t over. “Why would farting in front of Declan make you a slut? Nasty maybe, but a slut? That’s reaching even for me.”